Kainat Azhar

TRAGEDY

I am an illegitimate childof a war that wasstarted in the mind of agod when this Earthwas created.

My cradle was made upof sighs and tears ofthe holy wisdom that humansonce had; my boneswere built from the bloodof sages.

I was the happiest whenI knew myself but didn’texist in this tangible world.I was the calmest whenyou once took my nameand breathed in my existencelike it was the mostnatural thing to do.

Kainat Azhar is a Pakistani writer and illustrator who has never formally studied the two. She hides behind the mask of a computer science major and is interested in almost everything that does not involve socializing. Her work can be found in Fog Machine, Other Terrain Journal, Corvus Review, Eunoia Review, Brain Knittings and E-tribune Pakistan. Literature, music and art were the escape routes for her once; now they have become her best pals. She has dedicated her life to them and wants to pursue a career in writing and painting. Follow them on Twitter: @Kainat_Azhar.